Whitefish River drachenfeuer

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As Mahler had settled before them, the she-wolf had considered to let the musiker and her son to their own conversational devices — a shared privacy. And she almost made to, as the shift in her figure listed to one of readiness, to rise; but then the gargoyle suggested two occurrences her way, one of healing, and the second of visitation. Both stilled her thought, and would-be action.

Eventually, Aurëwen nodded to the first  (and may as well remove herself from here to let @Speedy know),  but to the second, she lapsed. Then:  “I ... am not against such a traipse. But I will have to tell their father, and discuss it with him.”  The silver didn’t doubt that @Vercingetorix would be against the invitation, either, but ... she hadn’t exactly told him she had been banished. Their children were blameless, in that, and always would be, whether she’d birthed and bled for them in the thicket that twilight.

Her innards snared up, at that, at it all — and that her own visitation may very well remain blockaded by the basilisks’ verdict. But when the strength of their children grew, then ... perhaps ... perhaps they might be able to journey with Mahler, alone. But even then, she wasn’t sure.

No, no: she would have to speak to her son’s healer, and then his father. Perhaps they could come to an agreement on this, at the very least; and so she gave Dragomir a smile, scarred brows quirked.  “Would you like to visit, balaur?